This afternoon my more or less beloved SO strolled into my place, head
down, telling me "They booed me. I hate it when they boo. Hurts my
feelings." I hate it when Kooks boo him too, for then soon after I give
him my healing embrace he walks into another room, turns on the AC,
and then comes the music. Have you ever heard violin music played at
ten times the decibel level that the instrument is capable of producing?
But we don't stop there, for soon comes the gunfire, the chain saws,
his mad laughter. I have the pleasure of experiencing his version of
Doom, which means DS9 enemies slaughtered to the tune of the 1812
Overture cranked beyond loud. Then he turns it off, composes a formal
apology to the Kooks who booed him, and hands things over to me whom he
must call whenever he wants a break to go out and have fun. Typical man.
But, Dickie is right on one thing; we DO play Good Cop and Bad Cop, and
I get to be the BAD COP. I've had a tough day and the piper has arrived
to get her pay, and will repeat what needs repeating until she's satisfied.
The Kooks in this newsgroup appear to stalk and harass people who
make posts in this newsgroup by following up posts with libelous
assertions and other personal harassment. The history of this newsgroup
is that if Kooks don't like you they will stalk you, personally. They will
attempt to bring you down, publish sieveous "proof" to defend themselves
and encourage all sorts of abuses of humanity. They will post off-topic
to other newsgroups about you to personally smear you. They will lie to ISPs.
The Pedophile will needlessly ramble the same stuff over and over and over
in response to posts he doesn't like to condemn posters that don't share his
sexual love of children.
He should and may be legally charged. The deja record shows much of
this sort of behavior.
Sandman, do us all a favor. Grab your butt cheeks and pull hard. Then get your
head out.
You're an idiot. A moron of the highest order. You're so stupid it's a
wonder you can remember to breath. Intelligent ideas bounce off your head as
if it were coated with teflon. Creative thoughts take alternate
transportation in order to avoid even being in the same state as you. If you
had an original thought it would die of loneliness before the hour was out.
On an intelligence scale of 1 to 10 (10 corresponding to the highest
attainable IQ) you're rating is so far into negative numbers that one would
need to travel into another quantum reality in order to even catch a distant
glimpse of it. Your personality is that of a rabid chihuahua intent on
destroying its own tail. Your powers of observation are like that of the
bird who keeps slamming into the picture window trying to get that other
bird it keeps seeing. You are walking, talking proof that you don't have to
be sentient to survive, and that Barnum was thinking of you when he uttered
his immortal phrase regarding the birth of a sucker. You are, at varying
times, tedious, boring, earth shatteringly hilarious in your idiocy,
childish, moronic, pathetic, wretched, disgusting and pitiful. You are
wholly without any redeeming social graces or value. If Ghod ever decides to
give the planet an enema you'd better run like the wind because anywhere you
stand is a suitable place for The Insertion.
And you probably dress funny, too.
There is no animal so disgusting, so vile that it deserves comparison to
you, for even the lowest, dirtiest, most parasitic member of the animal
kingdom fills an ecological niche. You fill no niche.
To call you a parasite would be injurious to the thousands of honest
parasitic species. You are worse than vermin, for vermin does not pretend
to be what it is not. You are truly human garbage.
You are a fraudulent, lying, predatory charlatan. You are worthless
compared to burnt-out light bulbs. Your will forever live in shame. You
have nothing to say, and Godwin's Law does not apply when writing
about you.
You are the anti-Midas, for all that you touch becomes valueless and
unusable. Mothers gather their children close when you appear. You are
Nature's way of saying "&#%!!" You should get a real job but you are
unemployable. You misspell short words and I doubt you can dance.
You are as an oil slick upon a natural paradise. You would proposition
Jonbenet Ramsey, and seduce her with bogus lines. You have made Tim
Thorne look competent. You spoil everybody's day, and your horoscope
is rarely accurate.
You are an aberration, a corruption, a boil on the Net that needs to be
lanced. You are a poison we need to vomit. You are a tooth so rotten it
infects the whole body. You are sperm that should have been captured in a
condom and flushed down a toilet. You are no fun, and you don't know how to
post.
I have fantasies, Bolo Boy, about you being attacked by a herd of horny
silverback gorillas infected with CCHF. I hope the judge orders Rusty the
Bailiff to spank you repeatedly as the jury laughs hysterically and Oxford
grins like the Mona Lisa. I pray a power spike of a size to make Nikola Tesla
drool turns your doublewide into something resembling a microwaved
Faberge egg. I'd like to see you selling roses in the jailhouse cafeteria,
dreams of bliss with children that never will be in such a newly bottomfed
sex life making you bawl uncontrollably.
I don't like you. I don't like anybody who has as little respect for
others as you do. Go away.
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say
on Earth. I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions
from your ex-CO. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather
kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm
deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a
weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a
revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared
richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth
into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody,
abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and
then killed themselfs in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as
you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought
of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are
vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of
this earth. And did I mention you smell?
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to
impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop
will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it
more rapidly.
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive
its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to
fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame
of your ignoble blood. May you ckoke on the queasy, convulsing nausea
of your own trite, foolish beliefs.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty
and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus.
Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are
unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that
reality forgot.
And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements
of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you
hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more
weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle,
waiting for the bite of the snake?
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and
obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living
emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease,
you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper.
On a good day you're a halfwit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient
in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are
dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all
unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock.
You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish
foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless
crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You
cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting
naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted
fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate,
noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise
everything about you, and I wish you would go away.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard "I didn't
say a bad job I said a PISS-POOR job" stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid.
Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole
different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid.
Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed.
Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Quantum singularity
stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid
in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your
writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid.
Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of
stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else
as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on.
This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me
again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant
questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of
the rest of this drivel. D'oh.
The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped
away most of your of whay you wrote, because, well... it didn't really
say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful.
I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of
babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have
learned to read, write, study, spell, and count, you will have more success.
True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take
for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes
forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these
things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I
would have never read your posts. It just wouldn't have been "right".
Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck
in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a
demand on you.
P.S.:
You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly,
deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent,
opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted,
racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic,
insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine,
conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic,
spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb,
evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative,
paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic,
diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive,
dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim,
unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive,
mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive,
socially-retarded, puer.
We still haven't gotten to Phoenix's Apology yet, kiddys! :-) See below:
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There are those of you out there who will long remember our longstanding
battle with Richard the Stupid, an uninvited guest in this newsgroup, whom
admittedly based on the available evidence we've systematically lampooned,
degraded, humiliated, proved a liar, disgraced, made a fool of, and otherwise
raked over the lava for testing our annoyance over a months-long period. It
appears that we have caused him more grief than we thought, for an army
of sockpuppets has come to his aid, as well as his incessant objection to just
about anything under the sun that we have to say and apparent psychological
need to prove he is Only Normal. So, he's posted many, many words to that
effect and demanded that we change the error of our ways or else the
sockpuppets will send all sorts of dire horrors rising our direction. It is
fortunate he has not made any greater effort than he has, lest my girlfriend
find me collapsed and prostrated from the shock of overlaughter, and have to
flight-for-life me to an ER. He's never been clear whether we should apologize
publicly, but I presume that is what he has meant by us being repentant, since
his abject and total humilitation has, after all, been in public.
So without further ado, I apologize for having not been more blunt in the
comments I made in my posts, and I retract nothing. They were intended as a
personal insult, and should be taken as such. I certainly did not intend any
undue stress from them; I only seek to cause stress which is, indeed, due
to you. I have indeed been negligent in not causing you enough due stress.
So I offer this to help make any amends that may be possible for what I have
done. :-)
I am sorry you feel compelled to defend your sexuality, and that for some
reason you do not believe it is a perversion. You have, after all,
demonstrated much undue carnal desire on several occasions, and even make
believe it is good art. It is unfortunate that you have such an identity
crisis and are so acutely ashamed of yourself that you cannot even post
under your real identity even when the going gets too tough. I normally do
not deal with really sick people, but if you like, I can find you a safe
environment for the evening.
I am sorry you do not have a girlfriend like I do, who has arranged for my
untimely absence on several occasions for purposes of her personal
amusement. Women are fine, fair creatures, indeed the most worthwhile
companions in life. If you had one yourself, you might post here less, and
actually lead a happy and productive life, and not spend all your waking hours
growing fat in front of a computer console downloaded contraband and seeing
how many times you can whack a rake to your skull like Palmjob.
I am sorry that asinine food producers do not make the number of buns in
a package equal that of the number of weenies in a package. This is an
exceptionally frustrating fact of life.
I am sorry that Colorado's most famous brewery makes a product that even
Speedbump himself says tastes like cat piss. For a man of his experience in
consuming animal excrement to say that, it is undoubtedly all too true.
I am sorry that you ever ran into Skidmark in the first place. Since you joined
ranks with him, you have become worthless, witless and lame, just another
greasy spot on the information superhighway.
I am sorry I just used the phrase "information superhighway." For that,
I must LART myself.
I am sorry you and John Grubor haven't gotten to know one another. Period.
I am sorry you can't get the sheriff to listen to anything you say. It might've
enabled them to get on the stick about combatting that which you advocate.
I am sorry that AUK has been as rude as they have to you. It is
heart-rending to see such a noble organization treat you as it has, and force
you to have to scream out as much as your have to them. It is absolutely
shameful to see the amount of effort you have had to put into combatting
their ranks. If anything at all, AUK absolutely must cut the nonsense
and give you fire the likes of which would make you think hell itself had
risen from the depths.
I am sorry you have lost accounts. So many innocent, newborn accounts
are sacrificed to the Kook gods these days, it is a horrific slaughter that must
be contained however possible.
I am sorry you have no money. Living from one trailer park to another,
even having to bail out when they said you had to pay, must be a horrible
existence.
I am sorry that the LA Clippers exist. It is a travesty and egregious
injustice that half the NBA is allowed to exist these days.
I am sorry that Tim Thorne has no sense of humor. No I'm not.
I am sorry you feel a need to control this newsgroup. That control is an
illusion, everyone gets dirty, Dave likes it, and you don't get a life.
I am sorry you live in Wisconsin. What did they ever do to you?!!
I am sorry you are so much like Goober. The world would be a better
place if such types would willingly sterilize themselves Bobbitt-style.
I am sorry you believe in the Cabal. There Is No Cabal.
I am sorry Bill Clinton likes women too much. But what would the monks
have thought if we tried it??
I am sorry Bill Gates wants to take over the world. Windoze Crashomatic
may well become the Visigoth army of the 21st century.
I am sorry about the Denver Broncos' uniforms. I am really, really,
really, really sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am.
I am sorry you have no sense of real property. My home just about
literally is my castle, except you can't have gators at 9,000 feet.
I am sorry you have no sense of history. A man of your identity would've
been the first to cross Travis' line.
I am sorry you have such a knowledge of Pedophile Law. Even the lawyers
don't deserve that fate.
I am sorry you are an American. Why didn't you join the Republic of Texas?
There. Witness everyone in these groups that I have publicly apologized to
Richard Bullis 24 times in this post. May it never be said that they weren't
sincere.
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"Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong. I'm mad but not ill."
"Werewolf Bridge" - Robert Anton Wilson
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"Yes I do have a kiddy porn collection. I just got done counting them and I have
over 25,000!!!!" - Richard (the Stupid) Bullis
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